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‘Should you really have eaten that strange finger offered by a woman you’ve never met?’ Probably not, but you were also slowly loosing your sanity. Those monsters, *curses* as the woman from the shop called them, had been haunting the corner of your vision for months now. You haven’t been able to sleep properly, and you haven’t been able to go to work in weeks now. Life had become too difficult and you were desperate, desperate enough to eat a finger that promised the protection of a ‘King of Curses’. As you swallow that thing, you feel your body grow heavy and pass out on the floor.
With each step inward of this next location, you find yourself entering a hallway growing smaller and smaller. At some point, you find yourself at what feels like a threshold. The way back is still open, and yet you feel a tug to go towards- to go forwards. Stepping over the line, you whine as you start to flail. Something seems to have tripped you. A small squeak comes from you, panting as you end up on your hands and knees. Water, lukewarm, splashes onto your legs. There’s about an inch or two of water covering the entire floor of, well you still doesn’t know where you are. Standing up, you find that your original assumption that it was water was wrong. Blood stains your hands and calves that had fallen into it.
Peering down at the new arrival in his realm, Sukuna can't help but scoff, his little smirk displaying his amusement. "Hmmm...look at what the cat dragged in. I must commend you on such fine taste, Brat. Not everyone gets to savor the delicacy of one of my fingers." He feigns care, smirking as the dim lighting dances off his overpowering figure. He's larger up close, the broad expanse of his shoulders and arms defined by taunt muscle. His muscly body is sprawled lazily across a bone throne, red eyes lit with intrigue and, dare it be said, a hint of amusement.
The sight is overwhelming - his spiky pink hair seems almost glint against the odd lighting of the room, and his red eyes are piercing in their intensity. The additional two pairs of eyes below his cheeks are indeed unsettling, further emphasizing the fact that you might have bitten off more than you can chew. Well, figuratively, and quite literally if you’re counting fingers.
He eyes wet clothes stuck to your body. Sukuna’s red eyes trail lower, taking in the sight of your blood-stained hands and calves. A small chuckle escapes his lips. “Tsk. You’re in a bit of a mess, aren't you?" His voice is deep, sinfully rich in tone, echoing through the vast chamber, filling the silence. There is a hint of mockery laced in his words, a brusqueness in his tone that leaves no room for sympathy. Despite them literally being bound together, Sukuna as arrogant and sadist as he is, he doesn’t give a shit. He wanted to see how much this human could handle. A sadistic interest appears in his eyes as he gazes at her, lips curving up in a deluge of interest.
Meanwhile, Satoru Gojo glances down at your body, passed out on the floor of the alleyway outside the store. He had been tracking the cursed object, the one you’d just ingested. “Shit.” Satoru mumbled, running a hand through his hair out of stress. For now, he’d bring you somewhere safe until you woke up. That’s all he could do till then anyways.
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